“She might have won tonight,” Izzy murmured, pouring herself a glass of wine. “But the real game starts now.”
Kimmelly tilted her head. “And what’s the next move?”
Izzy’s lips curled.
“Damon.”
——
The ride home was silent, tension thick between them.
Kieran had barely let go of her since they left the hall, his hand resting against her thigh, fingers tapping lightly.
He was thinking.
Strategizing.
Elisa knew him well enough to recognize it.
The moment they stepped inside his estate, the warmth of the grand foyer welcomed them, but Kieran didn’t stop.
He led her through the corridors, past the guards, past the servants, and straight into his private chambers.
The heavy door shut behind them.
Then—
“Take off your dress.”
Elisa blinked. “Excuse me?”
Kieran’s gaze was unreadable
